ᴛᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪʀᴀ ᴇs ɴᴜᴇsᴛʀᴀ ғᴇʟɪᴄɪᴅᴀᴅ.

《 Cuando Lisa conoció a Rosé, su tono de piel era igual que el suyo, pero pronto, este comenzó a tornarse más blanco y pálido, como el color de las sábanas en la que le vio descansar por última vez. 》

《 Rosé ama a Lisa, Lisa a ama a Rosé. Y ninguna permite que otros intercedan en su amorío. 》 Fanfic en donde se verá a una Rosé adulta, madura y psicótica, y a una Lisa adolescente, inocente y bebita.♡ ADVERTENCIA: Muerte de personajes.

Oh! Someone please bless me with the torture of love; bless me with fire in my veins and roses in my cheeks. I will do anything to make a man love me. Anything.

she stares into the mirror- she skips dinner again- she takes single bites from apples as the number of calories zip and spin through her mind as she gazes dully at her stomach. she just wants to be pretty.

little moments a thought a day those little things you remember forever. --•-- a story through poems of a boy and girl in love and how it slowly turned to disaster. "even forever spells over."

a few last words

«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»

"I know it's crazy; to fall in love with someone when you've only met them once. But you don't realize you're in love until you've stumbled too far into it. " completed.

Ella no le temía a la oscuridad. No le temía a las alturas. No le temía a las arañas. Ella se temía a si misma. ________________________________ #2 Historia corta 26/03/18